Tiny Glowing Screens|Daniel.Seavey

Lost generation- rizzle kicks.

Daniels pov.

"Yes or no?" She asked, my eye twitching as I tried to keep my mouth shut. "Don't want me to be respectful?"

She shrugged. Looking up at me through her eyelashes. "You wanna sag soemthin' else?"

"Don't talk to me like that Imogene." That damn smile could've made a man commit murder. "I didn't do anything. Is that a. Yes or a no? Is it bad?"

"Ben Dover and I'll answer." Her head falls back as she laughs, spinning around to walk into the bathroom. "Absolute worst."

"Where are your little guard dogs? You haven't been to the bar in a while." Leaning over the sink, I stand by the door, watching with my arms crossed. "They're all in New York. Clark said there was some gala and he had an invite."

"The same gala my parents are at? My father and Tyler are in the same place? Tyler is going to be in the same place as my dad?"

"Clark said that if Charlie was there then Tyler wouldn't do anything and I'm choosing to go with that. Your dad might be safe but the fact is, he probably won't be."

"Oh that's so helpful. Asshole." She blew a kiss at me. Johnny standing beside me. "God damn! You look fuckable."  

She smiled at him, her tongue between her teeth as they stared dancing to whatever was playing.

She had such a random range of music it was hard to keep up with. Most of it was- as she said 'year 7 house party music' I know those words separately. So whatever that meant.

Rizzle kicks was apparently the best of the best.

And I would never argue with a girl that pretty so I guess I gotta say that now.

The accent she had when she sang was by far my favourite. She was so easy to listen to and watch. She made everything seem to calm and easy.

She was drinking the blue wkd that she somehow managed to sneak through boarder control, with absolutely no regard to her surroundings and I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I think I might be drugged.

Shit she's fucking perfect and it's sickening.

She's ruined my damn life. My reputation and my fucking soul.

When the fuck did I get that cringy? My soul? Who the fuck do I think I am? Bukowski?

I know sues always been beautiful, but she seems to just get prettier. She gets happier and it makes her look so perfect and pretty.

"Okay are we ready to go?" She asked, Johnny resting his chin on her head. "Yeah."

"I invited Lin." She said quickly, clearing her throat. Johnny laughing and walking away quickly. She tried to follow behind but I'd managed to get the door closed before she could.

"Why?" She shrugged. "I mentioned we were going to a party and asked if he wanted to go."

"He's not a very nice person, Ginny. I need you to know that." She hums at me. "I remember the first day I was here and Johnny mentioned you and Lin being the exact same person. Said you had the same way of talking."

"Right exactly, that's why I'm saying this. He's a fucking ass. At least I had the incentive to change. He's just fucking rude."

"Don't start Daniel cause it pisses me off when you do this." I scoffed, confused and a little mad that she was even trying. "I'm trying to tell you something. I know I'm a dick but he's genuinely just, not a good person."

"Daniel you can't get mad at me for inviting somebody to an event that you haven't planned. If you don't want to see him then stay away from him. Why are you doing this?"

"Because he's awful. He's rude and he's just- he's not fun to be around when he's drunk. I know that you're mad at me for being all controlling but I'm serious when I tell you that he is quite possibly the shittiest person I know."

"How? You give me one actual thing he's done to piss you off this badly and I'll take your word for it." It just pissed me off most that she didn't give a shit. "Fuck this. If me telling you isn't enough then I'm not bothering."

"No exactly. Because you're acting like this just because he gave me a weird look the other day and it's pathetic."

"Oh absolutely. I mean— this is so obviously about you. Why would it not be. He can't be a shitty person, it's just because I'm so jealous of an alcoholic with shitty intentions. My god you two are gonna get along great with that fucking mentality."

"Actually funny that you stand here and tell me he's shitty but when I ask for an example you stand there and treat me like shit first- your own personal reasons."

"It should be enough for me to tell you he's shitty. If a girl came up to you and said 'hey don't speak to him he's fucking awful' I know for a fact that you would listen. But because it's me and I'm just a shit person, you try to blame the fact that I asked him not to look at you weird. It doesn't have to be about you, believe it or not."

"This is actually laughable. Where the fuck did you find the cheek to talk to me like that? I asked you for a reason and I would've done the same to anybody else- in fact. No, no I fucking did. I got shit in school for treating you like a person and look at you, it's pathetic. I'm going, Lin is going, Johnny is going. If you're gonna be a dick then you can go with them but don't you fucking dare try and talk to me."

Barging past me, I stood in the bathroom for a few seconds. Leaving before Lin got there because I knew for a fact that I would've fucking thrown something.

I got there way before them, my drinking started the second I got through the door. "Haven't seen that look in a while. What happened?"

"Fuck off Johnny." I walked off, hearing him follow me. Pushing my shoulder so I was turned to face him. "Don't talk to me like I'm nothing. I get that you're upset but I did nothing."

"You with that fucking 'I'm on love' shit. Why'd you have to say that? I don't understand why you thought it was funny."

"Daniel he's not the same person." Throwing my drink across the hallway, I felt that inevitable feeling, my father stood there laughing at me. "I can't do it. Johnny— I dont think acting the way he did should be forgotten."

"I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that I don't- I don't really thinking it's fair to take it out of Imogene for trying to make friends. That's all she's trying to do."

"I don't give a fuck, Johnny. I do not give a single fuck. I told her he wasn't going to be fun to be around and now she's going to understand that. I told her something and she tried to blame the fact that I don't like the way he looks at her."

"He was 16." I'm not sure I've ever had to argue with Johnny on this before. "A girl died, Johnny. You think about setting places on fire at 16? Cause I definitely don't. What about all the shit he said about the girls he barely knew? If somebody said all that about Ginny you'd throw a fit."

"He said sorry. He's been saying sorry." I'm not sure I really know what to do anymore. "I really don't want to speak about this right now. Not if you're going to be fucking stupid about it."